A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
The daylight is dying,
The Flying fox flying,
Amber and amethyst burn in the sky.
See, the sun throws a late,
Lingering, roseate
Kiss to the landscape to bid it good-bye.
The time of our Trysting!
Oh, come, unresisting,
Lovely, expectant, on tentative feet.
Shadow shall cover us,
Roses bend over us,
Making a bride chamber, sacred and sweet.
We know not life’s reason,
The length of its season,
Know not if they know, the great Ones above.
We none of us sought it,
And few could support it,
Were it not gilt with the glamour of love.
But much is forgiven
To Gods who have given,
If but for an hour, the Rapture of Youth.
You do not yet know it,
But Kama shall show it,
Changing your dreams to his Exquisite Truth.
The Fireflies shall light you,
And naught shall afright you,
Nothing shall trouble the Flight of the Hours.
Come, for I wait for you,
Night is too late for you,
Come, while the twilight is closing the flowers.
Every breeze still is,
And, scented with lilies,
Cooled by the twilight, refreshed by the dew,
The garden lies breathless,
Where Kama, the Deathless,
In the hushed starlight, is waiting for you.
A few random poems:
- Before The Snow poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Helmet by Philip Levine
- Persuasions to Joy, a Song by Thomas Carew
- Haiku by Robby Charters
- Николай Языков – А. М. Языкову (Теперь, когда пророчественный дар)
- I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded poem – A. E. Housman
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Space Heater by Sharon Olds
- Юлия Жадовская – Чем ярче шумный пир
- Владимир Британишский – Лето 1845 года в Соколове
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
- Валерий Брюсов – Голос города (Ру-ру, ру-ру, трах, рк-ру-ру)
- Story By Lalla Ji The Priest
- His Mercy Endureth For Ever by John Oxenham
- Survivor by Roger McGough
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько павших бойцов полегло вдоль дорог
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сколько чудес за туманами кроется
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сказка о несчастных сказочных персонажах
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сивка-Бурка
- Владимир Высоцкий – Штормит весь вечер, и, пока
- Владимир Высоцкий – Звезды
- Владимир Высоцкий – Знать бы все до конца бы и сразу б
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жизни после смерти нет
- Владимир Высоцкий – Живёт на свете человек
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жил-был человек, который очень много видел
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жан, Жак, Гийом, Густав нормальные французы
- Владимир Высоцкий – Здравствуй, “Юность”
- Владимир Высоцкий – Здесь сидел ты, Валет
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заживайте, раны мои
- Владимир Высоцкий – Зарисовка о Ленинграде
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заповедник
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей ВНИИФТРИ
- Владимир Высоцкий – Запись в книге почётных гостей Киевского завода шампанских вин
- Владимир Высоцкий – Заказал я два коктейля
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.